Remember that day when I came home to my family's alley, when I saw him recycle old things, when I looked at him at his old age, and I was actually bitter, and then I heard the sound of a puppy, and then I watched him ride a little head outside the old three-wheeler, and I was in pain. The old man's life was already so embarrassing and it was really nice to have a puppy.
And then this old man looked at me and looked at me, and he looked at the dog, and he said to me that he found it in a garbage bin while he was picking up glass bottles, and then I thought the old man had a very understanding heart, looking at the little baby a little bit, looking at it as if it was a lack of nutrients, and then looking at the poor thing, and it was cold, looking at its weak text, and feeling that it was going to die cold at any time.
So I told the old man that I had a puppy to feed, that I was afraid that the baby would not be able to hold back, and then I took 50 bucks for them. The old man said I gave you what I didn't want, and that it would change, but when the old man gave my hand with a pair of cocoons on his hand, his eyes were tied up, he said, "I'm safe with you, and I don't have to suffer any more."
But it's not necessary to give them money, it's probably the older they get, the older they get, the older they get, the more able to grow up, the colder they look at his lonely back, the less odour in my heart. Since then, the puppy has been growing up from a little bit, and now it's been growing a big dog for a year, and it's more beautiful than it was before, and it's brought out as a drifting dog to pick up the old man's hand and carry it home, and then the passers-by competes with the jealous eyes. But thanks to him, there's no baby today.
